Archive for agosto, 2019


Papercut

Words inside my veins.

Sliding in crimson, no more forcing their way out.

Still I dream while blood clots on the paper.

A new story dries up on the easel of the lost.

I salute you.

World dead before being born.

Annunci

Secondo ascolto, mentre lavoro e cerco di non addormentarmi.. @@

Ok, il nuovo disco è sì e no passabile ma non una punta di diamante…si può ascoltare così ma non mi prende come Ultraviolence…quello mi è entrato nel cuore cavolo!

Forse è meglio se metto su gli AC/DC o qui finisce che non combino niente oggi…

And I would like too.

But no, I won’t stop thank you.

Thing is I can.

I wouldn’t be if I could.

I’m so fucking tired today…

Te lo meriti.

Ed anche no.

Because I know you loved the nothing so many years ago.

A girl with no true direction in her life but a will made of rusty iron.

Now blueish steel, forged in the darkness of the years gone by behind.

Now more and beyond.

Never bend or break again

Watch with your eyes.

From a dark, dank place here comes Evil.

Long gone eyes made of ice and venom never closing, harsh words never retracted.

A pen scratching words written for herself only.

Longing for nothing.

Longing Evil had and your anger wasn’t misguided.

Still, given everything, Evil deserved…?

Did she truly?

Did she?

I’m not asking you now.

I’m asking this to the ago you.

I’m not hungry for answers or accusations, I’m afraid.

Sorry for what happened though.

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You no more than road under my wings

Yet more than every minute spent

Battling over dreams never dreamed

Men never loved

Thoughts and actions never put to fruition

Theater words made for tragedies and stories of woe

Far away in the decades

I spent learning

we are not mirrors

but black holes made to devour

and waiting to implode

You still more than every length I walked.

Yay..

A very very tired cyclist here today…but 90km!! 😝

Next year I could try and go back to Ti without a car LoL (joking)

I like to drive for long hours.

Alone.

There’s freedom in the curves and bumps of the road.

I don’t mind driving in the rain as long as it is not near hurricane strength. The chevrolet darling can take well even flooded streets and windshields stay clear under buckets of water.

She (she, not it) is a big american well made elephant and gives me a ton of security (and horsepower ! 😅)

I love to drive her in the night as I put in high wattage lamps for the long headlights.

And – following some much needed advice – with some help I finally had precision wheel camber made on her.

It’s already a few months actually and man if she runs now, no need for extra throttle anywhere, sometimes she’s almost scary downhill and uphill the acceleration is just out of this world.😅

Even the autonomy has improved to the point I see the change in the odometer.

I’m in love with my car and I’ve gotta a feel for my automobile (sorry for the word plagiarism Taylor darling! 😘)

Thing is Ti hates her.

Truly hates her.

With a passion.

All of her awesome wholeness and horsepower.

We had discussions over her.

Not very friendly discussions a couple of times (mainly when the gas pump broke and the year before the ignition coil just left me stranded in the middle of nowhere up a fucking hill).

But I’m not budging.

Chevy darling is my big baby and he can walk on foot for all I care.

Or take one of his damned trains (we’ve had discussions about them yes!)

I never liked trains, I always thought of them as dangerous steeltraps, secured to not very secured supports.

Sometimes when I know his train just arrived at destination I text him on purpose or I watch for delays on the news…

I’m scared shitless by trains for you are seated with no control over it and I never had much faith in people in general.

But you cannot ignore the engine gaining force, the wind cut by her shape starting an aerodynamical vortex, the high speed steering control disabled to better feel the curve (this is quite dangerous, don’t try it if you don’t know what you’re doing!!!).

I have faith in controllable machines.

I have faith in the Chevrolet darling maybe more than I should.

Cars don’t talk back they’re just four wheeled friends now
When I’m holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When I’m cruisin’ in overdrive
Don’t have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive

 

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Se la musa mi assiste stanotte finisco di scrivere Undoing Time…

Linduccio sii con me! 🥺

Whirlwind you are, shaking my old leaves

I watch you through the day, silent.

in the early mornings, while you still sleep.

I watch you and think many thoughts, more or less difficult.

I watch you when you drive us away to someplace else in this little holiday taken.

I don’t think I’ll ever tire out.

Colours extravagant and the sharp perfume of lavender.

The cadence of your voice in another tongue.

Earth blood red, diffusing its colour to light brown.

But the sky is down under my feet, the height of my waist.

Blue lavender, as far as I can see.

A sky made of flowers that sways in the evening as the sun leaves us in the shade and the perfume gets sharper.

Ecco fiori per voi:
lavanda fragrante, menta, santoreggia, maggiorana,
il fiorrancio, che va a letto col sole
e con lui s’alza, piangendo: questi son fiori
di mezza estate, e io penso che si diano
a uomini di mezza età.
(William Shakespeare)

“You fell in love with my flowers but not with my roots, so when Autumn arrived you didn’t know what to do.”
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